Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mafia’s Claim! Crazy Obsession : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Bryan had just stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair damp from the shower, when a soft knock came from the door. He ran a hand through his wet hair before walking over and opening it.One of the maids stood there with a polite bow. “Sir, Ma’am Mia asked me to let you know that dinner is ready.”Bryan exhaled, rubbing his jaw. “Alright. Tell her I’ll be down in a minute.”The maid nodded and left, and Bryan turned back into the room, shaking his head slightly. He got dressed quickly, throwing on a black T-shirt and sweatpants.Just before heading downstairs, his cell phone rang out. He picked it up staring at the unknown caller ID .He deliberated it to pick it or let it slide. After a while, he chosen the neither and it ranged and stopped.“If you want to reach me, perhaps you should call my personal bodyguard.” He mumbled to himself as he began making his way downstairs.When he reached the dining room, the table was already set, and both Mia and

Bryan stepped out of the car as soon as they arrived at the studio. The tall building stood before him, its glass exterior reflecting the afternoon sun. He adjusted his jacket and walked in, his usual cold expression in place.As expected, Raymond and Lincoln were already inside. Raymond sat on a chair, scrolling through his phone like he had all the time in the world, while Lincoln paced around, talking animatedly to no one in particular.The moment Bryan entered, Lincoln’s face lit up. “Finally! Our superstar is here.”Bryan shot him an unimpressed look. “You talk too much.”Lincoln gasped dramatically. “Wow. No ‘hello’? No ‘what’s up, Lincoln’? Just straight to an insult?”Raymond barely looked up from his phone. “He’s right. You talk too much.”Lincoln placed a hand over his chest. “You both wound me.”Bryan ignored him and dropped his bag on the floor. “Let’s start practice. We don’t have time for this.”Lincoln sighed. “Fine, fine, Mr. No-Fun. But you have to admit, my energy

The moment Bryan left, Mrs. Chapman turned to Mia, stretching her arms as she sighed.“The sun is already setting. We should go inside before it gets too cold,” she said, brushing her damp hands against the towel draped over the pool chair.Mia, still busy licking her ice cream, let out a small hum. “Do we have to? It’s so nice out here.”Mrs. Chapman gave her a look. “Yes, we do. You’re not planning to sleep by the pool, are you?”Mia pouted but reluctantly got up from the poolside, grabbing a towel and tying it around her waist. “Fine, fine. But I’m taking my ice cream with me,” she said, taking another spoonful as they walked inside.Mrs. Chapman chuckled. “At this rate, you’ll end up getting a brain freeze.”Mia grinned. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”As they entered the house, their conversation shifted to random topics.“You know,” Mrs. Chapman started, wiping her damp hands with a smaller towel, “I’ve been meaning to ask—have you given any more thought to that charity ga

The moment Bryan and his crew arrived at the luxurious five-star hotel in Mexico, they were escorted to their respective rooms. The hotel was nothing short of extravagant, with marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows that offered breathtaking views of the city, and soft golden lighting that gave the entire place a warm, elegant feel.Bryan pushed open the door to his suite and stepped inside. The room was spacious, with a king-sized bed neatly made with crisp white sheets, a seating area with plush sofas, and a minibar stocked with expensive drinks. A large flat-screen TV hung on the wall opposite the bed, and a door led to an en-suite bathroom that had both a bathtub and a glass-enclosed shower.He tossed his duffel bag onto the bed and stretched his arms. It had been a long flight, and even though he wasn’t one to complain, he was grateful to have some time to rest before the concert later that evening. Just as he was about to sit down, his phone vibrated with a message.“Get s

The ride back to the hotel was suffocating. The silence inside the van was thick, pressing down on everyone like a heavy weight. Bryan sat at the back, his jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. His pulse was still erratic, his hands curled into fists on his lap. Every time he blinked, flashes of what had just happened replayed in his mind—the gunshots, the chaos, the panic.It wasn’t something new to him, but then, he was never expecting it at his concert.Philip was in the front seat, his sharp eyes scanning the streets through the windshield. Lincoln and Raymond sat across from Bryan, their usual easygoing demeanor nowhere in sight. Instead, they were both staring blankly, lost in their thoughts.Nobody spoke.When the van finally pulled up in front of the hotel, security was already waiting. The guards were on high alert, their gazes sweeping the area for any signs of trouble. As Bryan stepped out, he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. The grandeur of the hotel—its